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A lullaby
He sang a lullaby,
sending me to sleep,
to only wake up,
with no one next me,
And I can still hear his heart beat,
the one that will guide me home,
even when my eyes are closed,
and he’s not too close,
His words, his death, his hope,
I hope death is just how it was with you,
my lullaby,
to the only one, that’s you
My lullaby,
sending waves of his heartbeat through my ears
and I knew this was exactly how we would meet.
I could hear my death, my him, my home,
calling me.
He said she can’t come to me so soon,
but death doesn’t repeat,
when my lullaby is calling me home,
to dance with the only one,
who has always been; my home,
my hope, my eyes,
My nose, my life, my skin and my bones.
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This piece was written as someone whose never experienced the love from someone in the emotionally, vulnerable way, but I feel as if I’m closer to feeling death from someone that never met, the feeling of how I would imagine I should feel like I would like to experience, to connect to someone who would make me feel so deeply.